XY
There is a change in the air
Of supposed men
Who reject they have a pair
And desire women’s underwear
How weak minded
To follow this trend
Of pretending this gender
That you bend
To follow the flow
That its your job
To suck and blow
Instead of standing strong and tall
You sink to your knees
To worship cock and ball
You believe this is something of pride
Your soul is weak
I must confide
You are a fail of a male
There is nothing to be proud of in this path
You trend setting fool
Its to sad for a laugh
You live for others
Not yourself
Placing your morals
On a shelf
For all to see
And offer glee
Of the change
You believe
Will set you free
Its not you
That I hate
But the fact
You caved
To the demonic debate
That your something
Other than what you are
Lowering your personal bar
Just to be the latest star
Something to be admired from afar
Or so you believe
It’s simply acceptance
You wish to receive
It’s a pathetic existence
To offer no resistance
And go with the flow
Of a programmed line you tow
Feeble and frail
All hail
The pitiful male
Never up to the task
To willing to bask
In the light
Of look at me
I reject my pee pee
I’m a women
Can’t you see?
No, you fucking ninny
You don’t have an inny
Why is this so hard
You fucking retard?
You reject your self-respect
And loathe you get erect
You put your sanity on eject
No getting thru
Your cerebral stew
Common sense is overdue
Follow the logic I spew
Be one of the few
That lets the truth thru
No XX but XY
Y?
Because you’re a fucking male
Eric (and sometimes not)
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Submitted by EASN on July 25, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABAA XCXC DXD EFE GXG HXXX XIXIJJXKJ LMXXM XNNNNKOK OODDHHHPPXJJXJJB QQ RRR LLLLLLFXH X |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,552 |
Words | 322 |
Stanzas | 14 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 3, 3, 3, 4, 9, 5, 8, 16, 2, 3, 9, 1 |
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